Working working working.
I’ve been working diligently on a brown and green scrap
strip quilt. I had planned to make it
only 60” x 60” which would require 100 blocks, but somewhere along the line I
got the bright idea to make it big enough for a twin bed.
In the mean time I gave my husband a job which involved
supervising a little girl staining the baseboard that got put up when the new
flooring went in a year or two ago.
Somehow he managed to make the fabric disappear that was the focus
of this particular quilt. I hear that no
good deed goes unpunished, but I hate to believe in negative stuff. I searched high and low for that piece of
fabric because I had not finished cutting all the strips I needed for the 100
blocks. Laura noticed I was looking for
something one day and asked what it was.
I explained about the fabric and she said she remembered seeing it when
she and Uncle Tom were staining the baseboard.
Great; visual confirmation of its existence, at least!
After one more fruitless search I took one of the strips I
had cut to the quilt shop I bought it from originally and fortunately for me
there was still some on the bolt. I
bought another half yard, knowing that would at least get me through the 100 blocks.
Like all good lost and found stories, as soon as I replaced
it, I turned over a pile of fabric that was some place it was not supposed to
be and voila’! the missing fabric makes an appearance. See where this is going? Now I have enough fabric to make the quilt
bigger! To make a 60 inch square quilt
into something that would cover a twin bed, I now have to make 168 blocks. Oy.
I struggled to get that last 68 done, but I finally managed
to do the last of the blocks on the day before my Monday visit to
Pattie’s house. She lays out the blocks for my
quilts. Joy! She spent a couple of hours crawling around on her living room
floor making the blocks look good. I get
to sit in the magic chair and supervise.
I am not allowed to get on my knees anymore after having surgery a
couple of years ago.
She gathered them into the piles for the rows, I numbered
them and they have come home to be sewn into rows.
I have enough fabric for binding. Lucky me!
This could be named How Tom got his Brown Quilt.
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